Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

Chapter 64

Anastasia did not realize how she reached home. When sitting on the couch, all she could feel was her cold, numb limbs.

Snowball meowed and came over to nest on Anastasia’s lap as if it was trying to help her warm up her stiff body.

Gazing at Snowball in her embrace, Anastasia chuckled. “I still have you with me Snowball”

As she spoke. Anastasia got all choked up. “I only have you now”

She had lost everything. All she had left was Snowball to accompany her.

Snowball was most likely the only emotional support that kept her going

After turning on the heater. Anastasia nestled by the ceiling-to-floor window and read her diary entry of the past.

Whenever Anastasia was shaken up, forgetting the past temporarily would become her go-to choice. That was her protection mechanism kicking off

However, the diary re-awakened Anastasia’s memories and ignited her sorrow.

“Anastasia, what kind of house do you like?”

Jace had once asked Anastasia what type of house she adored.

“A stand-alone, quiet one with front and back yards. Also, it’s better if it comes with ceiling-to-floor windows, a wall-mounted stove, bloomed flowers in the courtyard, and a cat. Our home should consist of you, me, and our kitty.”

Anastasia could barely remember what state of mind she was in when she wrote that sentence.

That was all six years ago.

many things were

of hearing than Anastasia. It darted over the

Alastor

came home, he was

Snowball pounced at him, Alastor did

comfort its head, even if he had to pretend to

on

arrested?” The first thing Alastor did

the diary, put it aside, and rubbed her eyebrows. “Are you planning to open

“Just because Sienna showed me your diary and exposed

took a deep breath, her

had long read through

is to you, Anastasia, she raised you and cared for you for so many years. You ought to be grateful to her.” A pucker creased Alastor’s forehead. His voice was

feel a wave of suffocation looming, her fingers as numb as ever.

to that witch I’m already grateful enough not to claim their lives,”

all? Indeed. I’m such a vindictive person who’s also hypocritical and good at disguising myself. Not only that, but I’m even a promiscuous wretch with a messed up private life. Isn’t that what you think of me?” Anastasia blurted out the words Alastor had

already see the labels he had on her.

marriage with nothing. You even wanted to sabotage her and throw her behind bars. How

never expect

had lived

so

guy. Alastor At least you could tell right from

one had already stereotyped another as a diabolical person, no matter what the other party did, it

law. If Meredith did nothing wrong, the police will release her.” Anastasia curled up in a ball and tightened her shawl. “You came here today just